Page 115 of Napkins and Other Distractions
Laying in bed, the smell of orange and honey mingles with the sharp sweetness of sex. Vincent’s head rests on my chest, and with each exhale from his nose, the hair on my chest blows. If my entire body could smile, it would be ready for a school picture right now.
“Thank you,” I say.
“For what?”
“For being you.” My hand caresses Vincent’s smooth head, and he lets out a half laugh. I know it will take time for him to fully embrace his unique perfection, but I will never stop reminding him.
He nuzzles into me, making tiny noises as he gets comfortable.
“Now, get some sleep, my sweet boy,” I say.
He pulls his head up, kisses me softly on the lips, and whispers, “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
In the room’s stillness, we lie motionless, anticipating sleep. Just as I’m about to doze off, I notice Sweetums curling up at my feet, completing our cozy family circle. With a feeling of utter contentment, I finally surrender to slumber.
